Masters Of War

Come you masters of war, you that build all the big guns,

You that build all death planes, you that build all them bombs,

You that hide behind walls, you that hide behind desks

I just want you to know I can see through your masks.

You that never done nothin' but build to destroy,

Now you play with my world like it's your little toy.

You put a gun in my hand and you hide from my eyes

And you turn and run farther when fast bullets fly.

Like Judas of old you lie and deceive.

A world war can be won, you want me to believe.

But I see through your eyes and I see through your brain

Like I see through the water that flows down my drain.

You fasten all the triggers for the others to fire

Then you sit back and watch while the death count grows higher.

You hide in your mansions while the young people's blood

Flows out of their bodies and is buried in mud.

Let me ask you one question: Is your money that good?

Will it buy you forgiveness? Do you think that it could?

I think you will find when your death takes it's toll

All the money you made will not buy back your soul.

And I hope that you die and your death will come soon,

I will follow your casket on a pale afternoon

And I'll watch as you're lowered down to your deathbed

And I'll stand o'er your grave 'til I'm sure that you're dead.